Captive [malexmale]

Chapter One

Chapter One

Vacations were usually family fun experiences on the beach, enjoying warm sunny days, quiet starry nights, the sound of laughter and music, maybe even a game of cards.

That's what I was expecting when my dad told me he wanted to take me on a vacation, just the two of us on his overpriced yacht, in the middle nowhere, knocking back Budlight, swapping stories. Like the story of him cheating on my mom and divorcing her and not speaking to either her or me for the past two years. But you know, c'est la vie, my mother would always say.

But instead of a fun-filled manly vacation with my dad, I found myself standing on the deck, leaning over the rail, glaring down into the churning dark waters of the ocean that swallowed whatever I'd managed to stuff into my stomach for breakfast. Vomit drooled past my lips into the water and was swept away by a wave that almost reached high enough to slap me across the face. I quickly pulled back, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth with a grimace, looking out over miles upon miles of endless glittery blue ocean.

I was sick. I was tired. And my dad had ditched me for his new wife that was ten years younger than my mother.

Yeah. Vacation, I thought bitterly, swallowing tightly at the burning of my throat. My white-blonde hair was stuck to my face with the salty sea wind, khakis stiff and uncomfortable, and my white button up shirt was clinging to my skin in a way that made me want to rip it off. I took deep, shuddering breathes, moving away from the rail and making my way toward the cabins.

Ugh, this was a huge mistake. I never should've taken him up on his ridiculous offer to bond, when we weren't even bonding. What could possibly make me think that we could repair the damage between us? My friends always told me I was too hopeful, too nice.

I rubbed at my face, my heart suddenly aching at the friends I had left behind for this stupid futile mission. I reached into my pocket and took out my touch screen phone, flipping the lock off and staring at the background of my three greatest friends in the world.

Danielle with her big hazel eyes behind a pair of black hipster glasses, a black and white striped turtleneck and her bright red painted lips puckered in a kiss that was touching her boyfriend's cheek, said boyfriend being my other friend, Jeremy. He was tall and lanky, but oddly cute with baby blue eyes and a charming American boy look to him. Darien was the last one in the picture, clinging to Jeremy's other arm, her purple swabbed lips open in a laugh, her mocha skin glowing in the sunlight that shone through the trees above their heads.

I should've never come on this trip. It would probably be another week or so before I could see them again, and sharing a house with them, seeing them every single day, made being away from them unbearable. They were the family I'd always wanted.

Danielle with her motherly chiding about my underwear on the floor, Jeremy playing his piano into the wee hours, Darien constantly nagging me to go shopping with her. Trying to cut the chores up between us, only tossing them all on Danielle in the end because her OCD prevented us from ever pleasing her with our cleanliness, or lack thereof. I smiled at the thought of our last day together, just two days ago, when they had seen me off at the docks of my father's mansion back in North Carolina.

"You'll be fine, babycakes," Danielle told me, straightening the collar of my shirt before patting my chest and flashing me a beautiful smile, "Just remember to take lots of pictures for us and brush your teeth." Jeremy had rolled his eyes and patted her on the shoulder before leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"You can skip a couple nights. I won't tell mom." He said jokingly. Danielle huffed, whacking him in the arm before rising on her toes to peck me on the cheek. Jeremy and I laughed before Darien did her thing, ruffling my hair and rubbing her cheek on mine like some kind of overgrown cat.